Society and solitude: Twelve chaptersEmerson, Ralph Waldo
Philosophy
Society and solitude: Twelve chapters
Emerson, Ralph Waldo
American essays -- 19th century
But with this pacific education, we have no readiness for bad times.
I am much mistaken if every man who went to the army in the late war
had not a lively curiosity to know how he should behave in action.
Tender, amiable boys, who had never encountered any rougher play than
a base-ball match or a fishing excursion, were suddenly drawn up to
face a bayonet charge or capture a battery. Of course, they must each
go into that action with a certain despair. Each whispers to himself:
“My exertions must be of small account to the result; only will the
benignant Heaven save me from disgracing myself and my friends and my
State. Die! O yes, I can well die; but I cannot afford to misbehave;
and I do not know how I shall feel.” So great a soldier as the old
French Marshal Montluc acknowledges that he has often trembled with
fear, and recovered courage when he had said a prayer for the occasion.
I knew a young soldier who died in the early campaign, who confided to
his sister that he had made up his mind to volunteer for the war. “I
have not,” he said, “any proper courage, but I shall never let any one
find it out.” And he had accustomed himself always to go into whatever
place of danger, and do whatever he was afraid to do, setting a dogged
resolution to resist this natural infirmity. Coleridge has preserved
an anecdote of an officer in the British Navy, who told him that when
he, in his first boat expedition, a midshipman in his fourteenth year,
accompanied Sir Alexander Ball, “as we were rowing up to the vessel we
were to attack, amid a discharge of musketry, I was overpowered with
fear, my knees shook, and I was ready to faint away. Lieutenant Ball
seeing me, placed himself close beside me, took hold of my hand and
whispered, ‘Courage, my dear boy! you will recover in a minute or so; I
was just the same when I first went out in this way.’ It was as if an
angel spoke to me. From that moment I was as fearless and as forward
as the oldest of the boat’s crew. But I dare not think what would have
become of me, if, at that moment, he had scoffed and exposed me.”
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